oh boy...this happened to me and the mirror i've been admiring at Michaels for the past three-ish months. i would check out this lovely thing everytime i was at Michaels, hoping it was cheap enough for me to bring home (then i wouldn't feel as bad about the 'what ifs'). i dreamed about this mirror and how my house might not look so boring if she was displayed nicely on my wall. so finally, i'd had enough, it was time to bring her home with me. okay actually it was my husband who decided this, he got sick of hearing me talk longingly about a mirror. she is now proudly hung on my wall and i couldn't be happier.
ever do this?